Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

Xu Yanli rubbed his forehead.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to make a decision about marriage so casually."

Xu Tianran stopped laughing and looked at him seriously.

“Yan Li, I’m not pressuring you.” He softened his tone. “It’s just that your identity is different now. The carefree king of the Sun Moon Empire, the actual controller of the Angel Legion, a sixteen-year-old titled Douluo, a dual-god inheritor… So many people are watching you.”

He paused, then said, "Jing Hongchen and Le Zhengyang are both smart men. They don't want to curry favor with you; they want to tie their lives and fortunes to you. Only when you take their people in will they feel at ease."

Xu Yanli remained silent for a long time.

“I understand,” he finally said, “but it’s not the right time now.”

He looked at Xu Tianran and said seriously, "Brother, let's talk about it when I come of age. I will consider it carefully then."

Xu Tianran stared at him for a while, then sighed softly.

"Okay." He nodded. "We'll talk about it when you're an adult."

He stood up, walked over to Xu Yanli, and patted him on the shoulder.

"But you need to keep that in mind. You need to give Jing Hongchen and Le Zhengyang a straight answer. Dragging it out isn't a solution."

"understood."

Xu Yanli stood up, bowed to Xu Tianran, and turned to walk out of the hall.

As I reached the door, I heard Xu Tianran's voice behind me.

"By the way, what are your plans for those four Title Douluos who surrendered?"

Xu Yanli paused, then thought for a moment.

"Let them linger for a few days, wear them down. Then... incorporate them into the Angel Legion. With Le Zhengyang keeping an eye on them, they can't cause any trouble."

Xu Tianran nodded.

"Also, when do you plan to pick up Long Xiaoyao?"

Xu Yanli remained silent for a moment.

"Let's wait a little longer. He and Ye Xishui have finally reunited, let them stay a few more days."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Outside the palace, the moonlight was like water, spilling onto the palace path and spreading a layer of silvery white.

Le Zhengyang followed from behind and whispered, "Your Highness, about the Princess Consort..."

"Stop." Xu Yanli raised his hand to stop him. "My brother just finished talking about it, and you've already arrived."

Le Zhengyang, unusually embarrassed, coughed and finished speaking: "That girl Gu Yi has been talking about you ever since she came back from Xingluo City. She said..."

"what did she say?"

"She said that His Highness is the best person in the world."

Xu Yanli paused in his steps.

The moonlight fell on his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

After a long silence, he chuckled softly.

"understood."

Continue walking forward, through the long palace road, and out of the palace gate.

The carriage from the Prince of Xiaoyao's mansion was already waiting at the gate.

Luo Xu stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, we have guests at the manor."

"Who?"

"Noumenon Sect, poison will not kill the sect leader."

Xu Yanli rubbed his temples; he knew he wouldn't be getting any rest tonight.

"Let's go, go back."

The carriage slowly drove into the night, heading towards the Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion.

Four years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The first rays of morning sunlight fell precisely on the glazed tiles of the Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion, instantly bathing the entire residence in a warm, pale gold.

The training ground in the backyard was quiet; there wasn't a soul in sight.

The osmanthus tree, however, was much thicker than it had been four years ago, its branches and leaves so lush they covered half the sky. Several sparrows fluttered their wings and hopped on the branches, their chirping breaking the morning's tranquility.

Xu Yanli sat cross-legged under the tree.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was as light as a wisp of smoke, as slow as if he had no breath left, just like a sleeping stone statue.

He wore a neatly pressed, moon-white brocade robe, with a sleek blue belt around his waist. On the stone table beside him sat a jade fan, the two characters "逍遥" (Xiaoyao, meaning carefree and unrestrained) on its surface gleaming in the morning light.

There wasn't the slightest fluctuation of soul power around him.

There was no oppressive aura, no halo, and even the aura seemed to be there but not there. It was as if the whole person had completely merged into this world.

But if a Limit Douluo were here, he would immediately sense that something was wrong. Under the bluestone slab where he was sitting, every grain of sand in the soil within a radius of ten feet was trembling slightly. It was not out of fear, but out of a submissive worship, as if the earth was bowing to its king.

Xu Yanli slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were much deeper than they had been four years ago; a chaotic light lurked deep within their dark pupils.

That is the primordial power that condenses after life and destruction have completely merged.

He slowly raised his hand, palm facing up.

A ball of white light slowly floated up, not very big, about the size of a baby's fist, hovering quietly an inch above the palm, slowly rotating.

Within the ball of light, all things change, life and death alternate, destruction and creation cycle, all things revive in annihilation, and then come to an end at their peak. A complete cycle is constantly playing out within the small space of the palm of your hand.

He stared at it for a long time, then gently clenched his fist, and the ball of light instantly dissipated.

I got up and stretched my stiff neck, and the bones cracked a few times.

Four years of rigorous training in the secret realm, coupled with the continuous flow of faith power from the Angel Legion as they eradicated the evil soul masters, had tempered his body to the limit that mortals could achieve.

Level 99, Ultimate Douluo.

He was only nineteen years old.

Deep within the sea of ​​the spirit, two voices resounded simultaneously.

The voice of the Goddess of Life was as soft as spring water: "The seventh test of the God of Life is complete. Through arduous cultivation, you have thoroughly comprehended the true meaning of life, used the power of angels to save all living beings and teach all people, and gathered immeasurable faith into one. You are rewarded with a 20% increase in divine affinity, your soul power has been divineized, and your divine soul has been initially formed."

Chapter 159 Return to the Divine Realm

The God of Destruction's voice was as deep as thunder: "The seventh trial of the God of Destruction is complete. You have thoroughly comprehended the true meaning of destruction in your conquests, using the power of destruction to slay evil spirits, cleanse the universe, and carry out the punishment of Heaven. You are rewarded with a 20% increase in divine affinity, your soul power has been divineized, and your divine soul has been initially formed."

As soon as he finished speaking, two beams of light, one green and one purple, descended from the sky and pierced straight into the sea of ​​spirit.

Xu Yanli closed his eyes, feeling the pure, extreme power drilling into his soul. It was no longer the excruciating pain of four years ago, but a gentle, soft ache, like a silent spring rain. Just as water droplets flow into rivers, and rivers flow into the sea, it was a natural progression.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

Two more lines appeared on my palm.

On the left palm, emerald green lines meander like vines, extending from the wrist bone to the fingertips. On the right palm, dark purple lines are sharp as lightning, also spreading from the wrist bone to the fingertips.

The soul bone is transforming into armor; it's almost there. I'm just one step away from becoming a god.

He is still five spirit rings short of his second spirit.

Once you have all the spirit rings, you can complete the eighth trial.

But he didn't move.

The time is not yet right.

Xu Yanli clenched his fist, and the divine seal instantly disappeared beneath his forehead, vanishing without a trace. He turned and walked to the stone table, picked up the jade fan, and tucked it back into his waistband with a "click," fastening the clasp securely.

"Your Highness."

Luo Xu walked out from around the corner of the corridor. Four years had passed, and he had transformed from a naive young man into a middle-aged man. A few strands of white hair were now at his temples, but his back remained ramrod straight. He held a golden invitation in his hand and respectfully handed it over.

"An invitation to the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament,"

Xu Yanli took the invitation and opened it. On the gilded paper, the white tiger emblem of the Xingluo royal family was lifelike, baring its fangs and claws, looking exceptionally majestic. He didn't look at it much, closed it, and casually tossed it to Luo Xu.

"Understood. Tell Old Ma to prepare, proceed as usual."

"Yes." Luo Xu took the invitation and left.

Xu Yanli stood under the osmanthus tree, his gaze passing over the courtyard wall and looking eastward.

When the divine barrier above the city began to loosen before the Lunar New Year this year, he knew that this day would come sooner or later.

The divine realm shield is gone.

Those high and mighty gods can finally see the mortal realm below.

Tang San.

Upon hearing this name, Xu Yanli's lips curled into a faint smile, appearing gentle but devoid of warmth in his eyes.

The realm of the gods, the temple of the sea god.

Tang San stood in front of the huge light screen, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

The screen displayed an aerial view of the Douluo Continent, with mountains, rivers, cities, and villages clearly visible. However, the area where the Sun Moon Empire was located was completely shrouded in a grayish-white light shield, obscuring everything. On the surface of the shield, emerald green and dark purple patterns intertwined and flowed, almost like living things—the divine power of the two God-Kings, Life and Destruction.

Tang San clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"What a life, what a destruction." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura. "You're going against me."

Footsteps sounded behind her, and Xiao Wu, dressed in a blue and gold dress, walked slowly towards her, her eyes gentle and graceful. She glanced at the light screen and frowned slightly.

"Third Brother, can't you see clearly yet?"

Tang San shook his head and remained silent. For over a year, he had tried countless times, each time being blocked by that protective barrier. The barrier erected jointly by the Gods of Life and Destruction was something even he, the Sea God, couldn't break in a short time.

What alarmed him even more was something else.

What level is Wang Dong at now?